Screwed (Dream #2)

I walked along, eerily reminded of the neighborhood of my childhood. No one talked. I looked over to Maggie & pursed my lips with the beginnings of a word. The look on her face stopped me before I could make a sound. Silence seemed to be the preferred modus operandi. A cute fuzzy duckling wandering in the road caused me to break the silence. I caught it up quickly and exclaimed in a very childlike tone "duckieeeees". I caught up another to pet & play with them. While paying attention only to the ducklings, I had wandered to the side yard of their home. The laundry was out drying in the warmth of the day. Parents of the ducklings lived in their makeshift coop on the side of the house. Maggie & Pete did venture a touch as well as entering a few bars of filtered emotion. Their speech makes me feel like boring opera. I however fully indulged in a childlike frolic with the baby birds. While playing with the fuzzy wuzzies, a pit bull appeared & bit down on my arm with a growl. Maggie spoke, "it figures" was all she said. Though her statement was intended sarcastically, it was right on track with my life so far. I talked to the dog, exhibiting no fear, as this was not the first time I have been menaced by a dog or bitten by a beast. The dog chewed thoughtfully while deciding if I was a danger to his charges. I spent some time explaining that there was no ill intended. Making up his mind that I was of no danger my arm was released. With a second thought, he bit down again, then released as the final decision came. I was not a threat. I thanked the dog. He sat in the dirt and watched as we wandered away down the dirt road.